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Full blown silence in an empty room |
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A former bride and a former groom |
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A folding table and a folding chair |
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A folded hand of poker there |
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All new directions must go everywhere |
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Big round people in a cool little square |
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You can't cut it with a boat or a plane |
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Man it's gonna take a new train |
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You'll be leaving on a new train |
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Far away from this world of pain |
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And when you look out your window you'll see |
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Your home your baby and your family |
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No melted ice cube in a paper cup |
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Hell, you'll be happy you'll be all shook up |
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The friends that greet you will be simple and plain |
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When you step down from that new train |
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Collected volumes of history say |
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Man makes mistakes most everyday |
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The half a pound of chopped ground round |
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Is still a burger when it goes downtown |
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No faded photographs of yesterdays |
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Are in the books that I read these days |
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To fly away from that memory town |
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You must keep both your feet on the ground |
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'Cause you'll be leaving on a new train |
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Far away from this world of pain |
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And when you look out your window you'll see |
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Your home your baby and your family |
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No melted ice cube in a paper cup |
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Hell, you'll be happy you'll be all shook up |
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The friends that greet you will be simple and plain |
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When you step down from that new train |
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I'll be leaving on a new train |
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Far away from this world of pain |
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The friends that greet me will be simple and plain |
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When I step down from that new train |
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New train, new train |